This week...
I did not get teary-eyed when I heard my 2-year-old saying the letter sounds along with the "letter factory" video. (At first, I thought it was my 5-year-old)
I was not told by my doctor to gain some weight, and eat snacks loaded with calories and protein.
I did not get a bull's eye on my first two tries with my husband's .357 handgun when we went target shooting. I also did not go target shooting on a date with my husband, and it was not the first time we have done this in almost 8 years of marriage. (And he did not brag to a few people the next day about his wife!)
I did not plan my Wal-mart trips around whether I wanted to let PJ5 have chicken nuggets, because it's easier to give in than to push a cart through the store with a hollering 5-year-old.
I did not get snippy with my husband over the phone when I realized that after him being gone for 9 hours on Saturday, I was still going to be husband-less for another 2 hours, and consequently have to bathe and put to bed the boys by myself. And I did not almost immediately regret my shrewish-ness and remember to be thankful that I have a husband that actually comes home every night.
I did not stay up until 2 AM Sunday morning reading a book that I have read at least 20 times. And the title of the book did not begin with "Anne".
I was not tempted to throw the phone out the window when it interrupted my very, very short nap this afternoon.
And I am not double-scheduling myself for things I want to do in the next month. I would never do that.
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